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THE LIBRARY WAS BATHED IN THE WARM GLOW OF THE LATE AFTERNOON SUN, its rays filtering through the blinds and casting soft patterns on the desks. y/n l/n sat across from Kwon, her brows furrowed as she flipped through his answers, her pen skimming across the pages. Their study session had ended, leaving them with forty minutes before training today, and while she worked on her own assignments, the boy had dutifully solved the set of questions she'd prepared for him earlier.
"Done," he announced, sliding the papers toward her with a self-assured grin. He leaned back in his chair, stretching with an air of exaggerated confidence.
Y/n shot him a skeptical glance before taking the papers. "So soon? You sure you didn't just skip all the questions," she mumbled, beginning to grade them. Her red pen darted across the sheets, marking corrections here and there, but as she progressed, her skepticism melted into something closer to surprise.
When she reached the end, she let out a low whistle, her lips curving into a proud smile. "Ninety-two percent," she said, placing the graded papers down on the desk. "That's your best score yet. Honestly, I'm impressed."
Kwon's grin widened, leaning forward to rest his arms on the desk as he fixed her with a playful stare. "Impressed enough to admit I'm a genius?"
She rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Despite her exasperation, she couldn't hide the warmth in her tone. "Seriously, though, great job. You've been working really hard."
"Obviously," he drawled, his tone flirty but lighter than usual. "What can I say? I've got a great teacher."
"Flattery won't get you extra points," she quipped, but a small blush tinged her cheeks as she raised her hand for a high five.
"Fine, then I'm a great student." Kwon met her gesture, raising his hand, but as he did, her gaze caught on the bandages wrapped around his knuckles. They were uneven and hastily done, with faint traces of dried blood peeking through the fabric. Her hand paused mid-air.
"What happened to your hand?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Kwon shrugged casually, lowering his hand to rest on the table. "Oh, it's nothing. A car brushed past me while I was on my way to the hospital. Just a scratch."
Her brows knit together, skepticism clear in her expression. "A car?" she repeated, scanning his face for any signs of honesty. "You expect me to believe that? Your hand looks like it got into a boxing match with a meat grinder, and the rest of you is completely fine?"
